roger-50360282 @roger-50360282
I was born into a family of modest means. My father was a drunkard and my mother worked multiple jobs to make ends meet. I never had much in the way of material possessions, but what I did have, I cherished deeply.
Growing up, I felt like an outcast among my peers. I didn't fit into any particular group or clique and often found myself at odds with others due to my peculiarities. But as I grew older, I began to embrace my differences and find solace in the company of those who accepted me for who I was.
Nowadays, I spend most of my time alone, reflecting on past mistakes and trying to make amends. The world outside these walls is a harsh and unforgiving place, but within these prison walls, there's a sense of camaraderie that can't be found anywhere else. And it's here that I've come to accept the fact that I'll never leave these walls behind again.
As I stand before you, my wrists tied with rope to the branch above me, I'm filled with a mix of emotions - regret for past misdeeds, gratitude for this newfound understanding of myself and others. And it's here, in this place where I've been forced to confront my true nature that I have finally found solace.
The world outside these walls is dark, but within them, there's a glimmer of hope, a sense of belonging among those who are also trying to survive the harsh realities of life
